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[galadrieljones]

afterglow: masterpost

the walking dead | bethyl | mature

Listless and bitter after ten unbidden years in the Civic Republic, Beth Greene has cultivated a respectable life. By day, she works at a preschool, and by night, she plays her guitar, singing at the bars and night clubs of the Civic Republic underground, using the stage name Lizzy Dixon. Beth has never talked about her old life, or the people in it. But one day, when she's incarcerated for a crime she did not commit, Beth meets a mysterious ally who, per an unknown agenda, reunites her with Rick Grimes.

Chapter 1: I'm From Nowhere (12/8/23)

Chapter 2: Acid Tongue (12/15/23)

Chapter 3: The Next Time You Say "Forever" (12/23/23)

Chapter 4: Black Sand (1/5/24)

Chapter 5: I Will Follow You Into the Dark (1/12/24)

Chapter 6: The Voyager (2/2/24)

Chapter 7: Say Yes to Heaven (3/1/24)

Chapter 8: Bury, Bury, Bury Another (3/22/24)

Chapter 9: The Execution of All Things (4/5/24)

*Updates on Fridays

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Moonshine Awards 2023 Winners

The 2023 Moonshine Awards are officially over. Thank you to everyone for nominating, voting, and most of all, creating and consuming so much beautiful art that keeps our wonderful ship alive. We will see you next year for The Moonshine Awards 2024!

CLICK HERE to view all the winners!

#moonshine awards 2023 #msa23 #msa2023 #bethyl fanfiction #bethyl fanart #beth greene #daryl dixon #beth and daryl

[mistressheroine]

Bethyl fanfic Roman Empire: The Crow’s Song by SquishyCool ( @im-immortal )

Some stories have such a lasting impact on you that it feels like they’re ingrained on your shipper heart. I think about this story almost daily since I read it a few months ago. Like literally can’t stop thinking about it.

I made this one a while ago and forgot to share it 🖤

#I just watched All Of Us Strangers and it made me think about this fic again. IYKYK. #Stories that make you sob buckets #bethyl #daryl dixon #beth greene #twd #the walking dead #otp #bethyl fanfiction #fic recs #MH aesthetics

[bethylmethbrick]

BETHYL FanFiction THE ACCIDENTAL CHRISTMAS Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene au

Part One: It should have been a simple twenty mile drive home, but trouble started when Beth made a wrong turn and found herself lost. Bad went to worse when she swerved to miss a doe and her fawn, and now she finds herself with her car in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. Her only hope is to try and make it on foot back to the roadhouse she passed a mile or two back. BETHYL LOVE

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[rckyfrk]

It's here!

Just the thought of her had Daryl scowling deeper, and despite his best attempts all night, he still couldn’t understand exactly what had happened between them. It just didn’t make any damn sense. She trusted him to take care of her, to keep her safe and fed, but not to be faithful to her? He’d laid down his life to save hers, got the absolute shit kicked out of him trying to protect her. Wasn’t that enough to show her just how he felt about her? How much he fucking cared about her?

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[im-immortal]

Small Miracles

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying.

After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down.

Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself.

But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living... he's a walker.

[Moonshine Awards 2023 Third Place Winner for Best WIP ZA, and Second Place Winner for Best WIP Reunion/Fix It!]

Chapter 20 // Part 12: Nuevo Atlanta II

She can see everything from up here. The building is just tall enough to overlook the entire community, as well as the skyline of Atlanta itself. And just as Elba said, it’s a perfect spot for stargazing. For thinking. For breathing. Beth steps to the edge and gazes out at the community of Nuevo Atlanta, able to see countless windows and shadowy forms. If she looks further, she can see the top of Grady in the distance. She sits herself carefully on the edge, feet dangling, and just looks. Just thinks. Just breathes. She recalls the letter from Edwards, squinting and imagining that she can see where the helicopter picked him up and took him away. It must’ve been the same spot where they picked her up and took her away. And after her, they took Shepherd. Where is Amanda now, she wonders? Is she still with the CRM? Did they make her a soldier? If Beth had stayed a soldier, would it have been possible that she and Shepherd would’ve been reunited? She’s not sure that she likes to think about that prospect. She squints and gazes further into the distance, imagining that she can see the border of Georgia along the dark horizon. Imagining what she may find waiting for her. She wonders what Daryl is doing right now. Is he sleeping in a clean, warm bed in his safe community in Virginia? Is Rick sleeping in his own bed just next door to Daryl? She knows they wouldn’t stay too far apart from one another, not even in a safe place. They are brothers—not by blood, but by circumstance and, most importantly, choice. Even after all these years, she thinks they’d prefer to stay close. Just in case. Now she’s imagining the damn near impossible: the future. A future where she and Mae both make it to Alexandria. And she already knows that she won’t want to be more than a few yards away from Mae at any given time. She’ll want to be able to step outside and look over and see Mae sitting on the porch next door, drinking coffee and reading a book in the morning sunlight. If Maggie is there—if she and Glenn are there—will they let Beth live with them? She’d like to live with her sister again. It’s been so long. It would make it feel more like home. But what about Daryl? Would he want to share a home with her? Is there a world where it’s possible for Beth to live in one house with Daryl, for Glenn and Maggie to live in the one next door, and for Mae to live in the one on the other side? Then Beth would have all the people she cares about most right within reach. She would finally feel safe. Really, truly safe. Or would she rather live next to the graveyard in Alexandria? Closest to the people she relates to most? She pushes that thought away just as quickly as it comes. She tilts her head skyward and gazes up at the vast stars. The crescent moon. The endless black sky. It resembles a graveyard, she thinks. All dead stars casting their final light, leaving pinpoint marks in the darkness of the abyss. She takes a deep breath of fresh night air, filling her lungs with it and reminding herself that she is alive. She is alive. She is alive. She is alive. And for just a brief moment, she wonders if it’s possible that Daryl is gazing up at the same sky and thinking the same thing.

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[lemortehomme]

I am still going on this book binding thing and practice certainly helps 😂 here's Nature, Nurture, Heaven and Home. Now that I look at it I can't help but feel like the cover is v serious and looks like some old academic book lol but I was trying to bring in the map I used on Two for the Road

Anyways, since I now can make things that don't look terrible, I'd like to make an open offer to my fellow Bethyl writers to bind your fics & mail them to you because it's really cool to hold your own book in your hands. The requirements would be:

A collection of one shots -or- completed story under 200k words that you wrote

Must live in the US and be 18+

Be okay with me making a copy for myself

Understand that I'm still learning and can make no promise of quality 😅

If you're interested, just shoot me a message!

#fanbinding #story:thr #bethyl #bethyl fanfiction

[not-so-austen]

Love, Run

Chapter 9

She found Daryl, lying on the couch, ankles hooked on top of one another on one arm, and a book open in his hands, reading in the lamplight. When she stepped into the doorway of the room, her eyes widened in something akin to horror. The book in his hands was the novel she’d taken from the apartment. It was open in his hands, and his eyes were still locked on the pages. 

“This what you’re into, huh?” Daryl asked casually, flicking to the next page. “The wild wolf-man and the damsel in distress? Ain’t judgin’, but between the hair and the monster dick-”

“Good Lord,” Beth cried, striding quickly across the room. She tried to snatch the book from Daryl’s hands, but he turned, holding it out of her reach. Beth smacked his chest with the back of her hand then lunged, throwing herself on top of him and grappling for the book he still held high out of her reach. He grunted when her knee dug into the soft flesh of his stomach, but he didn’t relent, stretching his arm to hold the book further out of her reach. With a cry of outrage, Beth pulled at him with her whole body, tipping them both over onto the floor with a series of thuds and rolling in a tangle of limbs.

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[gneebee]

BETHYL FanFiction A Place Called Heavenly: He saw her the minute she arrived in Heavenly. He watched, trying his best to go unnoticed, while taking in every detail about the way the woman looked as the driver helped her down from the coach. She was small, slight of build, young. Her skin was fair and her hair was golden and she was a special kind of pretty. Bethyl Romance AU

I was so excited to see A Place Called Heavenly nominated for the Moonshine Awards Best Classic. Thank you, I hope you'll all consider it.

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#BHF23: Christmas & New Year's Eve

Bethyl Holidays Fest 2023: Christmas

Silent Night

Green

Christmas Carols

Bethyl Holidays Fest 2023: New Year's Eve

Glitter

Turn Back Time / Do Over

Manifesting

These prompts can be interpreted however you wish. Post your fics, fanart, manips, etc. with the tag #bhf23 and we'll include your creation in a spotlight post for Christmas and another spotlight for New Year's Eve!

If you post to AO3, don't forget we have a Bethyl Holidays Fest Collection that you can add your work to!

#bethyl holidays fest 2023 #bhf23 #bethyl fanfiction #bethyl fan art #christmas prompts #new year's eve prompts #holiday prompts

[mistressheroine]

I’ll Be Home For Christmas by MistressHeroine

Daryl had been waiting at the gate with Aaron that day, all set for their latest excursion for supplies and possible new recruits for Aexandria’s growing community of survivors. Rick had been called for up on the wall and as he ordered the gate to be opened he had turned to look down at Daryl almost deathly pale. Before he had a chance to call up and ask him what was wrong, the gate had slid open with a creak. Stepping out from behind a tall forty-something African-American man came a ghost from their past. Beth had looked road-weary, in dirt crusted old faded blue jeans, a dusty olive green parka and a threadbare grey beanie hiding her blonde braid. What once was golden now looked tarnished, the blonde of her hair covered in grime and dried blood - whether her own or someone else's, something else’s, he couldn’t tell.

My new story for the BHF23 Christmas prompt “Christmas Carols” is now up! Massive thank you to @im-immortal for your suggestions on this one, you really are the best ☺️

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it and best wishes to everyone for the new year ahead 🖤

#bethyl #bethyl aesthetic #bethyl fanfiction #bhf23 #bethyl holidays fest 2023 #christmas carols #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #beth greene #otp #read on a03 #Bethyl Christmas #MH aesthetics

[bethylmethbrick]

BETHYL FanFiction THE ACCIDENTAL CHRISTMAS Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene AU

New Chapter: Beth snuggles close to him with her head on his chest and her arm draped across his middle, and although he's not a man who would consider himself tender in any way, he holds her so lovingly and protectively that she would tell you he's the most tender person she's ever known. His gentleness is soothing and she quickly falls asleep in his arms. BETHYL LOVE

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[rckyfrk]

Daryl jolted awake, and judging by the barely lit sky, it was still over an hour before dawn. He groaned and let his eyes drift back shut until he realized he had a lot more room on the mattress than he remembered. He bolted upright, smacking his head on the underside of the bunk above him, and muttered several choice words. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sore spot on his head when Beth reappeared, her face immediately showing concern when she saw him. “What happened?” she whispered.

“Smacked my head on the damn bunk,” he grumbled. Even in the dim light, he didn’t miss Beth’s tiny smirk as she sat down next to him.

“Poor baby,” she said with a pout that fought with her smile. She reached up and gently guided his head lower so she could plant a kiss, somehow knowing exactly where it smarted the most. “You gonna be okay?”

Daryl scowled half-heartedly at her. “I’m fine,” he said as he moved to lay back down. 

Beth followed suit, then brushed his shaggy hair away from his already drowsy eyes. “I dunno…maybe I shouldn’t let you sleep, in case you have a concussion.” 

Opening one eye, partially to glare at her, partially to see if she was being serious, he growled out, “Shut up,” before wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her into him.

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[im-immortal]

Small Miracles

Beth Greene is not dead. Though it is not for a lack of trying.

After eight long years spent in the CRM's grasp, struggling to find reasons to continue surviving, Beth finally finds her reason: Rick and Daryl are alive, and they are closer than she ever could've guessed. Now she must take advantage of her only opportunity to escape and track them down.

Along the way, she revisits all of the places that changed her into who she has become. And she is forced to remember who she truly is at heart despite how unrecognizable she finds herself.

But she has an unexpected ally along for the journey. Just the same as her, he is somewhat of a living miracle. Except he's no longer living... he's a walker.

[written for Bethyl Holidays Fest 2023 prompt: Silent Night] Moonshine Awards 2023 Third Place Winner for Best WIP ZA, and Second Place Winner for Best WIP Reunion/Fix It!

Chapter 18 // Part 10: Georgia Institute of Technology

“Hola, güera,” he finally greets, speaking slowly and with a menacing tone. Beth blinks and slowly shakes her head. One of the men steps forward and rips the duct tape from her mouth with no care. She’s pretty sure it rips away all of the hair from her upper lip. She hisses in pain and turns her head away for a brief moment, stifling the sting as her eyes water. She glances from Fur Coat to his guards, and then to the men who brought her here, before finally craning her neck and looking back at the woman who spoke English earlier. But the woman retains a stoic face, hands gripped tightly around the rifle she keeps at her front, refusing to meet Beth’s eyes. Beth turns back to Fur Coat sitting upon his throne and waits. He raises his eyebrows expectantly. “Hola, güera,” he repeats slower, his tone sharper. Then he asks her a question, but she cannot understand it. Her throat goes dry. She swallows hard before responding, “No habla Español. Uh—señor.”

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